Desmomonster, hopefully my grandkids will never see my backside and if they do, they won't be judgemental.
Its art. Its body modification. Its something I did. I don't want to live my life never doing anything because I'm afraid I'll regret it.
Not saying I don't try to weigh my decisions, but sometimes you just have to live and to heck with being worried how other people will perceive you. I'm the one that has to wake up in the morning and live with me - not you.
I don't *have* to explain to anyone why I got a tattoo.
Christ Nab, when you get old and wrinkly you are inherently unattractive. A couple of bloody tattoos is not going to make the difference between pulling a hot bird at the bingo on a saturday afternoon or hobbling home alone !!!!'Tattoo much? No way, say skin artists"
I've been working on this story for the past few weeks now and well, I'm not really done with this story yet because I'm not really sure how to continue the story. Not my best short story yet but dayum, big achievement for me to pick up and pencil and notebook to start penning down a story during my train rides and bus rides.
And I've yet to come up with a title.
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Sunlight beam shone through the cutrains, illuminating the whole room with bright golden colour. Her eyelids jumped. She squinted as she tried to get used to the sudden brightness of the room. Lalen stirred, kicking away her comforter, letting it slide to the floor as it dropped with a muted thud. She stretched and then eased back into a foetal curling position, feeling all her muscles loosen up, free from tension.
Weird.
Why did she feel so happy? As if it didn't matter if the damn sunlight woke her up for she could have slept later. Why did she not seem to mind that the cold air from the air-condition was making her leg hair stand, making her shiver just a bit?
Rubbing her eyes, she struggled to sit up on her bed. Somehow, there was lesser space on the bed than usual. She had difficulty trying to find a comfortable sitting space.
'My gosh,' she thought 'he looks so damn good under that sunlight'. Didn't matter that beautiful isn't the right word to describe a boy but he is.
He opened his eyes groggily and drowsily, eyes almost half opened. Irritated by the strong beam of light shining directly at his face, Felix turned to face the other way.
Lalen marvelled at how the sun made his brown hair seem even more brown and how she could see the tiny hairs on his back, as the sunlight cast shadows on his muscles, how it fully defined the contours on his back.
Her eyes trailed down to his toes peeking out under the comforters.
She giggled quietly at the sight of the bright neon pink nails that's been chipped off. She remembered how he had mischievously poured warm water on her bed, making her jolt up in alarm, eyes opened wide in fear, thinking she had wetted her bed at the ripe age of 18.
In revenge, she painted Felix's toenails in girlish hot pink while he took his frequent afternoon naps. He screamed in disbelief as he stared down at the foreign colours that seem to make his toenails look like Barbie's marshmallows.
For the next two days, he spent his extra time scrapping the paint off his toenails with his fingernails for Lalen had hidden all her bottles of nail polish remover.
Felix suddenly felt something cold on his back, as if something was trailing and tracing a shape on his naked back. before he could open his eyes to find out if Lalen had just placed garden slugs on him, he felt warm air blowing down his back with something heavy weighing at the bottom of his spine. All movements stopped when a velvety material spread all across his cold back.
He gave up trying to get up. It just wouldn't budge. It was as if someone had placed a concrete bridge over his back, making it impossible to move.
Turning his head, trying to mimic an owl, he saw that girl.
That girl that looked beautiful in any angle, even when she's crying while watching one of those silly soap operas where nose mucus would start dribbling down her nose to her chin. That girl who always smelt as though she worked in a bubblegum factory; always smelling all fruity and fresh. Ahh, the power of a shampoo. That girl who always accompanied him to concerts and took care of him if he ever got all bloodied from a moshpit. That girl who always has this mischievous smirk when she gave sarcastic remarks.
She began to stir. Using her palms to prop herself up on Felix's body, Lalen sat up and raked her hair such that it transcended into a head of messy waves.
Felix and Lalen finally met each other's gaze.
Each gave an impish smile and the silence between them was beautiful. Time stopped while they gazed at each other lovingly, studying each other's facial features noticing each and every silhouette with the sunlight shining harshly on them.
Felix reached towards Lalen to give a kiss on the lips but she pulled away quickly, escaping the arms of that boy. She has always hated morning breaths and quite obviously, Felix had trouble grasping that concept because he never learn.
Lalen is beginning to suspect that he must have this mad obsession for seeing her squirm in disgust when she didn't move fast enough to escape from his morning breath kisses.
She covered her mouth and said, 'Morning breath!'
The twang of the sourness and pang of foul-smelling air hit her, making her twitch her nose in disgust. The vile taste in her mouth reminded her why she hated morning breath so much.
'Jeez, you fwo-eak, ' exaggerating the movement of his mouth, trying to get as much breath out as he can.
Getting up with a grin on her face, she adjusted her tank top which had accidentally exposed her areola.
Walking towards the iPod speakers, she plugged in her badly scratched iPod and pressed play- Underoath blasted throughout the room, shaking and vibrating the window panes with its special bass boost effect. The room sounded as if it was going to explode with the constant knocking of the frames and the screaming voice of Spencer Chamberlain.
Wiggling her butt infront of Felix, she started to prance around the room in her underwear and tank top, dancing like how she'd make any dance instructor scurry away with fright.
That's about it. Hmmm, I'm not really sure how to continue this story but if you guys have ANNNNNY suggestion, drop me a comment or IM me online OKAY! I'm dying to finish this story.
